Presidential by Osmosis?
I was once told that fame is NOT a venereal disease..you cannot get it from having sex with someone famous. The same holds true for the presidency.
I am a republican. In this atmosphere of 'I hate the president, therefore I will hate all republicans' I am shunned. When one is not shunned, I get 'the smirk'. You democrats know what smirk I mean; especially this election year. "What political party do you belong to?" "I'm a republican." (smirk) "Nevermind then." They are usually fishing for a discussion (if not an argument) on whether I am voting for Obama or Clinton. Once they assume I am 'cheering for the losing team', they leave me to my assumed patheticness.
The funny part about their assumption is that I have chosen to vote for a democrat. But then, my political life has always drawn assumptions.
I reached the legal voting age during Daddy Bush's term in office. I proudly registered as a republican in South Florida. On my registration application where it said "race" I was not asked to choose. The gentleman filling out my registration card simply checked "White-Hispanic descent". With MY ethnic background, were I to find out I was Hispanic, or any parts there of, I believe I would be afro-Hispanic. In his pride and assumption, this man who was darker than John Legend and clearly Hispanic by his accent, labelled me thus, in order to 'reward' me for choosing 'republican' in a red state. In South Florida with its dominant Latino cultures, it is a coup to be labelled "White-Hispanic descent" if you ARE Hispanic. Sort of like being labelled "colored" during South Africa's years under Apartheid. My sister still laughs about this to this day (she was there) and suggests that maybe it had to do with my complexion and my hair.
After that incident, upon attending a Young Americans for Freedom (read: Young Right-wing Republicans) meeting, I was accosted by my then roommate on why I would even think about 'hanging out with a bunch of racists'. She had been at the school when the group protested Jesse Jackson. My dialogue with one of the members began on this very topic. I explained to her that I was invited because I was able to successfully point out that some people mature and change their radical stance as they have more experiences with people of other cultures. (Truth be told, I went to shake things up, in case they were bigots) "They're republicans you know?!" "Yes I know...I'm a republican too." I'm not sure if she ever got over this revelation but we never talked politics again. She didn't treat our bi-sexual roomie as coldly when she came out of the closet by announcing her physical attraction to us both.
I have to consider myself a liberal republican: I see where the government should not interfere in some instances, yet it is imperative that they do intercede in others. My first vote was cast for Bill Clinton. After living the complacency of Daddy Bush, I felt we needed to shake things up. And so I cast my vote for the person with the freshest ideas, whom I trusted to at least follow through with two of them. I was not disappointed- with the shaking up and follow through on two parts, anyway. I remember the first time I saw Hillary, I knew she was a powerful woman. It cemented my belief that Bill was an alpha-male of my liking. After all, he had to be strong and secure if he married his intellectual equal. But the love affair died when Hillary began running for president. I decided to vote for Obama. Why the 180? I don't like being lied to like an elderly grandparent with a memory problem!
I am old enough to recall, and young enough to recall exactly, the protest that Hillary was co-president. I also remember Bill assuring us that there was no Bill-Hill co-presidency, HE was president in all his manliness and he did listen to her suggestions but she was not an active part of his administration. Then she assured us that she was simply first lady-with-a-brain. We embraced this idea, even if it was only to quelch the de ja vu-like fear of Reagan, Nancy and the astrologer. And so I sit here, each day, listening to Hill lie to me like Bill did when he assured us he "did not sleep with that woman- Monica Lewinsky!" My younger brother and I were the ones laughing while rolling on the couch after the Star Report claiming "He didn't lie to us about it, he was pointing and looking at some other woman behind the camera and stating that he did not sleep with HER! Then he quickly, without pause, sent a shout out to Monica Lewinsky!" My mother was still disgusted and did not buy our explanation. We laughed to keep from crying; we were disgusted too. And I would not hold Hill to any of Bill's past transgressions. But lying to me like HE lied to me is unacceptable. I want to see this past schedule of her co-presidency! If it does not read:
900 AM tea with Sharon
300 PM late lunch with Chirac
500 PM emergency meeting with Think Tank RE: NAFTA
I'm ignoring her like she is ignoring my intelligence!
For years people called me "Little Tiffany". If you have to play second-banana to someone, my sister is better than most. But I achieved so much on my own as I matured, that when she began her inspirational speaking/community improvement organization, she felt honored that I accepted a place on her board. No matter how many great ideas I offered that were accepted; no matter how often I was congratulated for my savvy by my sister- guess what? It was still my sister's company. Evey achievement was shared by those of us who worked for her, sat on the board, or acted as consultants (I did all three at one time or another). But it was still her brain child; we would not have come together and accomplished what we accomplished without her initial incorporation and idea.
And so, as I sit here, a republican for Obama, I ask those who have been brazen enough to ask who I would choose between Obama and Clinton and when I answered have chided me for choosing "balls over the broad" (yes, a Hillary supporter said that to me as in "You are like all breeders, choosing balls over the broad!"): how independent and powerful are women who lose their identities in their husbands accomplishments? As a four year old I was told to call a housewife "Mrs. Rev. Dr. Smith". No, she herself had no degree in Theology, but her husband did. She felt this made her important. I thought she was great because she was head of every committee at their church and still made knockout cookies. But I digress. We as individuals all have something to be proud of. If you are that type of person who needs to accomplish things that gain you notability, fame or wealth- go out and get it on your own! Don't try to imbibe it, rub it, toke it or 'ride it' (yes those last two were vulgar) out of someone else.
Let them have their legacy, their presidency and their press. She could have shown me what she's done in just the last six years and that would have sufficed. Now she'd have to bake a hell of a cookie to get my support. Or Obama would have to be caught with a 'Monica Lewinsky'.
BTW, Dear John (McCain),
I'm sorry to desert you in this way, but it simply did not work out for us. You lost me during your worship at the Bush well. Kisses,
M.~
FYIBarack Obama's middle name, Hussein means "(the) handsome one". I'm sure this is what his parents were thinking about instead of a twenty-something hoodlum in Iraq that would one day be a dictator. Spread the knowledge, M.~
I am a republican. In this atmosphere of 'I hate the president, therefore I will hate all republicans' I am shunned. When one is not shunned, I get 'the smirk'. You democrats know what smirk I mean; especially this election year. "What political party do you belong to?" "I'm a republican." (smirk) "Nevermind then." They are usually fishing for a discussion (if not an argument) on whether I am voting for Obama or Clinton. Once they assume I am 'cheering for the losing team', they leave me to my assumed patheticness.
The funny part about their assumption is that I have chosen to vote for a democrat. But then, my political life has always drawn assumptions.
I reached the legal voting age during Daddy Bush's term in office. I proudly registered as a republican in South Florida. On my registration application where it said "race" I was not asked to choose. The gentleman filling out my registration card simply checked "White-Hispanic descent". With MY ethnic background, were I to find out I was Hispanic, or any parts there of, I believe I would be afro-Hispanic. In his pride and assumption, this man who was darker than John Legend and clearly Hispanic by his accent, labelled me thus, in order to 'reward' me for choosing 'republican' in a red state. In South Florida with its dominant Latino cultures, it is a coup to be labelled "White-Hispanic descent" if you ARE Hispanic. Sort of like being labelled "colored" during South Africa's years under Apartheid. My sister still laughs about this to this day (she was there) and suggests that maybe it had to do with my complexion and my hair.
After that incident, upon attending a Young Americans for Freedom (read: Young Right-wing Republicans) meeting, I was accosted by my then roommate on why I would even think about 'hanging out with a bunch of racists'. She had been at the school when the group protested Jesse Jackson. My dialogue with one of the members began on this very topic. I explained to her that I was invited because I was able to successfully point out that some people mature and change their radical stance as they have more experiences with people of other cultures. (Truth be told, I went to shake things up, in case they were bigots) "They're republicans you know?!" "Yes I know...I'm a republican too." I'm not sure if she ever got over this revelation but we never talked politics again. She didn't treat our bi-sexual roomie as coldly when she came out of the closet by announcing her physical attraction to us both.
I have to consider myself a liberal republican: I see where the government should not interfere in some instances, yet it is imperative that they do intercede in others. My first vote was cast for Bill Clinton. After living the complacency of Daddy Bush, I felt we needed to shake things up. And so I cast my vote for the person with the freshest ideas, whom I trusted to at least follow through with two of them. I was not disappointed- with the shaking up and follow through on two parts, anyway. I remember the first time I saw Hillary, I knew she was a powerful woman. It cemented my belief that Bill was an alpha-male of my liking. After all, he had to be strong and secure if he married his intellectual equal. But the love affair died when Hillary began running for president. I decided to vote for Obama. Why the 180? I don't like being lied to like an elderly grandparent with a memory problem!
I am old enough to recall, and young enough to recall exactly, the protest that Hillary was co-president. I also remember Bill assuring us that there was no Bill-Hill co-presidency, HE was president in all his manliness and he did listen to her suggestions but she was not an active part of his administration. Then she assured us that she was simply first lady-with-a-brain. We embraced this idea, even if it was only to quelch the de ja vu-like fear of Reagan, Nancy and the astrologer. And so I sit here, each day, listening to Hill lie to me like Bill did when he assured us he "did not sleep with that woman- Monica Lewinsky!" My younger brother and I were the ones laughing while rolling on the couch after the Star Report claiming "He didn't lie to us about it, he was pointing and looking at some other woman behind the camera and stating that he did not sleep with HER! Then he quickly, without pause, sent a shout out to Monica Lewinsky!" My mother was still disgusted and did not buy our explanation. We laughed to keep from crying; we were disgusted too. And I would not hold Hill to any of Bill's past transgressions. But lying to me like HE lied to me is unacceptable. I want to see this past schedule of her co-presidency! If it does not read:
900 AM tea with Sharon
300 PM late lunch with Chirac
500 PM emergency meeting with Think Tank RE: NAFTA
I'm ignoring her like she is ignoring my intelligence!
For years people called me "Little Tiffany". If you have to play second-banana to someone, my sister is better than most. But I achieved so much on my own as I matured, that when she began her inspirational speaking/community improvement organization, she felt honored that I accepted a place on her board. No matter how many great ideas I offered that were accepted; no matter how often I was congratulated for my savvy by my sister- guess what? It was still my sister's company. Evey achievement was shared by those of us who worked for her, sat on the board, or acted as consultants (I did all three at one time or another). But it was still her brain child; we would not have come together and accomplished what we accomplished without her initial incorporation and idea.
And so, as I sit here, a republican for Obama, I ask those who have been brazen enough to ask who I would choose between Obama and Clinton and when I answered have chided me for choosing "balls over the broad" (yes, a Hillary supporter said that to me as in "You are like all breeders, choosing balls over the broad!"): how independent and powerful are women who lose their identities in their husbands accomplishments? As a four year old I was told to call a housewife "Mrs. Rev. Dr. Smith". No, she herself had no degree in Theology, but her husband did. She felt this made her important. I thought she was great because she was head of every committee at their church and still made knockout cookies. But I digress. We as individuals all have something to be proud of. If you are that type of person who needs to accomplish things that gain you notability, fame or wealth- go out and get it on your own! Don't try to imbibe it, rub it, toke it or 'ride it' (yes those last two were vulgar) out of someone else.
Let them have their legacy, their presidency and their press. She could have shown me what she's done in just the last six years and that would have sufficed. Now she'd have to bake a hell of a cookie to get my support. Or Obama would have to be caught with a 'Monica Lewinsky'.
BTW, Dear John (McCain),
I'm sorry to desert you in this way, but it simply did not work out for us. You lost me during your worship at the Bush well. Kisses,
M.~
FYIBarack Obama's middle name, Hussein means "(the) handsome one". I'm sure this is what his parents were thinking about instead of a twenty-something hoodlum in Iraq that would one day be a dictator. Spread the knowledge, M.~
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